Friday, May 27, 2005

Time

Could it go any slower than right now? Ugh.

Monday, May 23, 2005

OOPAH!

So if you take a look to the right you'll see a picture of a bit of what I've eaten this weekend. Moussaka, dolmas and spanakopita. Yummy, with a capital YUM. We went both Saturday and Sunday and my first stop both days was the dining room for two helpings of moussaka. Theirs is the best. It's sort of like a Greek lasagna, but totally different in taste and without the pasta. Heh. We also had gyros on Saturday, again they're among the best I've ever had, but I couldn't fit more in on Sunday. Definitely worth the trip to Buena Park and something we've enjoyed doing for the past three years. Can't wait for next year to come back around.

Wednesday, May 18, 2005

Five Long Years

Well I had forgotten until I got to work today. I was checking my email and there it was. "Congratulations for staying at this train wreck for five years. Here's a link to where you can choose some fine gift as a reward."

Yup, five years in the aerospace industry. I'd never have imagined it.

Friday, May 13, 2005

Almost Forgot

Here's one for the "Oh what a cute kitty" folks out there. Because she is you know.



Shoot what's happenin' yo?



Alright, alright. I'll leave you alone. Cool your jets biznatch.

The Answer

So this morning I hop in my just-fixed-the-day-before car and head off to work. My first clue that something is not quite right is that the wiper blades seem to me moving a tad slower than I remember. But no I must be imagining things. The car is running great. The tunes are playing. It's Friday and in just eight short hours life will be good.

And then the radio starts cutting out in time with the turn signal. Turn signal light goes on, radio goes off. Light on. Radio off. WTF, over? Then I start noticing other things. The digital clock seems a bit dim. The gear select light doesn't seem right. And wait a minute now the damn radio won't turn on at all. Again I say, what the fuck, over?

So I pull into a parking lot on Western to check things out. Pop the hood. Everything seems to be in order. What the hell? As I head back on the road to work I put my foot into it and everything goes dim. Mash the breaks pull back off. Turn around and head home. Grrrr.

So I get home and while I patiently wait for Imelda, who has graciously offered to give me a ride to work, I pop the hood again and poke around looking for I don't know what, but something damnit, something. Lo and behold what do mine eyes find.



If you can't make out what is wrong here is a picture of it the correct way.



You can see the difference right? Thank goodness it wasn't something worse. Sure pissed me off this morning though. What a bitch. Anyway now I've got the following set up and working its magic.



Now if would only hurry it's ass up so I can go get my new video card.

What's Wrong With This Picture?

Monday, May 02, 2005

And We Wonder Why They Bag On CA

Go here and you'll see what I'm talking about. For those of you that are Stern fans, you sick fucks, you will already have heard this most likely. For those of us that don't abuse ourselves with Howards lame ass shit it should be new.

This was grabbed from blogging.la for those that care.

Sunday, May 01, 2005

Sharpest Tool In The Shed



Yes, you are supposed to blow it out before you drink it.

Story Time

This was sent to me about 2 1/2 years ago. I've kept it in my Inbox and go back to it every so often when I need a good chuckle. How true is the story? I don't know and I don't care. It makes me laugh. Cheers.
Remember the book 'Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus?'  Well, here's
a prime example offered by an English professor at Penn.


"Today we will experiment with a new form called the tandem story.

The process is simple. Each person will pair off with the person sitting
to his or her immediate right. One of you will then write the first
paragraph of a short story. The partner will read the first paragraph and
then add another paragraph to the story. The first person will then add a
third paragraph, and so on back and forth. Remember to re-read what has
been written each time in order to keep the story coherent. There is to be
absolutely NO talking and anything you wish to say must be written on the
paper. The story is over when both agree a conclusion has been reached."

The following was actually turned in by two of my English students:

Rebecca -last name deleted, and Gary - last name deleted.

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STORY:

(First paragraph by Rebecca)

At first, Laurie couldn't decide which kind of tea she wanted. The
chamomile, which used to be her favourite for lazy evenings at home, now
reminded her too much of Carl, who once said, in happier times, that he
liked chamomile.
But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her mind off Carl. His
possessiveness was suffocating, and if she thought about him too much her
asthma started acting up again. So chamomile was out of the question.

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(Second paragraph by Gary)

Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of the attack squadron now
in orbit over Skylon 4, had more important things to think about than the
neuroses of an air-headed asthmatic bimbo named Laurie with whom he had
spent one sweaty night over a year ago. "A.S. Harris to Geostation 17, he
said into his transgalactic communicator. "Polar orbit established. No
sign of resistance so far..." But before he could sign off, a bluish
particle beam flashed out of nowhere and blasted a hole through his ship's
cargo bay. The jolt from the direct hit sent him flying out of his seat
and across the cockpit.

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(Rebecca)

He bumped his head and died almost immediately but not before he felt one
last pang of regret for psychically brutalizing the one woman who had ever
had feelings for him. Soon afterwards, Earth stopped its pointless
hostilities towards the peaceful farmers of Skylon 4. "Congress Passes Law
Permanently Abolishing War and Space Travel," Laurie read in her newspaper
one morning. The news simultaneously excited her and bored her. She
stared out the window, dreaming of her youth, when the days had passed
unhurriedly and carefree, with no newspapers to read, no television to
distract her from her sense of innocent wonder at all the beautiful things
around her.
"Why must one lose one^s innocence to become a woman?" she pondered
wistfully.

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(Gary)

Little did she know, but she had less than 10 seconds to live.
Thousands of miles above the city, the Anu'udrian mothership launched the
first of its lithium fusion missiles. The dim-witted wimpy peaceniks who
pushed the Unilateral Aerospace Disarmament Treaty through the congress had
left Earth a defenseless target for the hostile alien empires who were
determined to destroy the human race. Within two hours after the passage
of the treaty the Anu'udrian ships were on course for Earth, carrying
enough firepower to pulverize the entire planet. With no one to stop them,
they swiftly initiated their diabolical plan. The lithium fusion missile
entered the atmosphere unimpeded. The President, in his top-secret Mobile
submarine headquarters on the ocean floor off the coast of Guam, felt the
inconceivably massive explosion, which vaporized poor, stupid, Laurie and
85 million other Americans. The President slammed his fist on the
conference table.
"We can't allow this! I'm going to veto that treaty! Let's blow 'em out
of the sky!"

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(Rebecca)

This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of literature. My
writing partner is a violent, chauvinistic semi-literate adolescent.

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(Gary)

Yeah? Well, you're a self-centered tedious neurotic whose attempts at
writing are the literary equivalent of Valium. "Oh shall I have chamomile
tea? Or shall I have some other sort of F*CKING TEA??? Oh no, I'm such an
air headed bimbo who reads too many Danielle Steele novels."

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(Rebecca)

Asshole.

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(Gary)

Bitch.

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(Rebecca)

Wanker.

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(Gary)

Slut.

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(Rebecca)

Get f*cked.

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(Gary)

Eat shit.

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(Rebecca)

F*CK YOU - YOU NEANDERTHAL!!!

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(Gary)

Go drink some tea - whore.

**********************************************

(Teacher)

A+ - I really liked this one.

Qatar

LAND: Qatar is a tiny country on the Arabian Peninsula. It is mostly flat with some limestone ridges. Vegetation is scarce.

CAPITAL: Doha

PEOPLE: The population of Qatar is 610,000. Almost 80% of that population is comprised of foreign oil workers. 40% are Arab, 18% Pakistani, 18% Indian, and 10% Iranian. The official language is Arabic but English is also spoken.

RELIGION: 95% Muslim

GOVERNMENT: Qatar is an absolute monarchy. Its current ruler is Hamad bin Khalifa ath-Thani who has been the Emir since June of 1995.

ECONOMY: Oil and natural gas reserves gives Qatar one of the highest per capita incomes in the world.

GEOPOLITICAL ISSUES: Qatar has had territorial disputes with Bahrain over the Hawar Islands and a maritime dispute with Bahrain. It is a strategically located country in the central Persian Gulf near important petroleum deposits.
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